Confessions

As I struggled to the stands
The people saw a dark old man
With crippled legs and bony hands
That tragically limped to his doom

They saw a carcass in its tomb
With worms inside his open wounds
The rotting stench then filled the room
And everyone flinched to their death

Sweating darkness that was kept
The people coughed up blood and wept
Their ears had made them out of breath
They could not handle what they heard

Falling fast, this dying bird
Had hit a plane and lost its nerves
It flew into the blade and spurred
Into a million chunks of crow

They fell into a pit of woe
With darkness, twisted spines, and ghosts
The severed hands had moved so slow
Dismemberment is broken glass

That I have within my grasp
I then reveal my evil laugh
The people trembling with fear gasped
Then I choked them with my scream

I watched their brains begin to bleed
Of knowledge of the casualties
I do not hide! I scream it out!
"It was me...And I am proud!"